"Mind"

MindIt seems like

Everything is ill,

That any light

Did not stay in people's souls.

And angry people are around,

Thet angry not at themselfes,

But at the world!

I'm digging grave,

And laying down,

And asking:

"Why are the diying early?

And why the fale

Is so be fell.

What for my eyes are blue?

If I didn't have a dream.

I'll throw the pit a bit,

And then I'll lay and cry.

Day's not a day,

And night is not a night.

It's better die,

Than live this way.